Friday, November 20, 2009


I remember the first time I walked into Doris VanWyhe's house. It was at night and I was with a lot of people that I'd just met. I was nervous. I've never felt more welcome in my life than I did that night at that place. As soon as you walked into her home you knew that there was no judgement or isolation allowed. Love like I had never felt it before was all around and it wasn't asking before it came in. Real love, that includes dancing, and singing, and hugging when you first meet, and feeling angry, and jumping, and dancing.

The first picture I found of you yesterday is of all of us with the sun on our faces. I think that's appropriate. I think I'll always think of the way it feels when the sun touches the side of your face when I think of you.

I miss you.

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